Why I don't want subscribers.

Which is why you should tell everyone you know to subscribe

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I started writing this blog when I hit age 70.

“70 Years Old? WTF?” I said. And then I said “That’s a great name for a blog that nobody will read.”

For the first five years, nobody read it.

And by nobody, I mean nobody.

Including me.

It was a WOB--a Write Only Blog.

It was like Bobbi giving herself permission to not publish her books so that she could write them.

You can buy them on Amazon

She and I shared a strange combination of wanting to be seen and wanting to be invisible.

I started reading the blog after five years. I did it mainly when I wrote a new article and wanted to backlink to something I thought I had written earlier.

And when I read the earlier posts, I was pretty happy with them.

Eventually I became one of my favorite writers.

I had a couple of readers who were friends and family.

And then I got a few who weren’t.

And it scared the shit out of me.

I’m not afraid to disappoint my friends and my family. I’ve been doing it for years. I’m really good at it.

But the idea of disappointing strangers? Well, that was a whole nother thing.

I started worrying and overthinking.

And I squeezed the joy out of blogging.

For a while.

Fucks are strange.

“I don’t give a fuck,” “I could give a fuck,” and “I couldn’t give a fuck all mean the same thing.”

How can that be?

Fucked if I know!

Having no more fucks to give, means you could give a fuck. How can you give away something that you don’t have?

Makes no fucking sense.

Anyway, I eventually got over it, I started boldly putting “Subscribe” buttons in my my blogs, at the end but they can be put before the end (and I think this is a first) like here.

Writing this blog is part of my plan to save the world.

And now I’m risking disappointment (yours) and fear (mine) by intentionally trying to build a readership.

this looks like a readership to me.

I still haven’t promoted a single one of my posts on social media.

I’m working up my courage to do that

Courage? Why the fuck does it take courage?

That’s a subject for another post. Or maybe a previous one. Or maybe both.

Rght now, I don’t give a fuck. I just wanna hit publish on this thing.

Oh before I go….